Tuesday, February 28, 2017

I won!

Auctions are a funny thing. I've always thought it a misnomer when someone says they "won" something at auction. Doesn't that just mean they were the last man standing, willing to shell out the most money for something when everyone else thought the price had gotten too high?

But full disclosure, I have participated in my share of auctions, and not just eBay. This last weekend I purchased a couple oil paintings by Dave Stirling in an online art auction. They are both Colorado landscape scenes, and I'm taking them to our Colorado house.

Sure, I was willing to pay more than the other bidders thought the paintings were worth, but somehow I still feel like I won. I won!



Friday, February 17, 2017

Write every day

I. Must. Write. Every. Day.

(Then I must wash windows.)


Thursday, February 16, 2017

White roses for Valentine's Day

I'm not sure if it's universally true or if it's just a stereotype that women love getting flowers, because I don't, not always. At least not the typical floral arrangement that shows up unannounced with a delivery guy who rings the doorbell and sends my three dogs into a tizzy.

The arrangement is usually pretty (never as pretty as the picture online), but not as pretty as the price Superman paid for them. And I say 'paid for them' a little facetiously. As usually it's a click click of the mouse and he thinks he's made this super romantic gesture, yet I'm left to deal with the dogs going berserk while I wrestle the arrangement from the delivery guy and try to get it into the house without one of the hell hounds escaping.

However, I do love roses--red roses, yellow roses, white roses. And I love them hand-delivered by the giver. It's more personal--he picked them out and got them home, giving them to me himself. Now, I love that.

Here are the beautiful ones he brought home for me this Valentine's Day.


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Ouch!

We were supposed to go to the lake last Friday, but instead I caught a red eye to Denver.

Oldest called late that afternoon, just as I was finishing packing for the lake. He was lying on a ski slope somewhere on the backside of Keystone mountain. He had just separated his shoulder.

So I took out the clothes I had packed for a warm weekend at the lake and replaced them with warm socks and sweaters. A few hours later I was at 14,000 feet and headed to the Rockies.

I spent the week icing his shoulder, cooking for him, icing his shoulder, running him around town, icing his shoulder--well, you get the point.

But I did get to spend six days in one of my favorite places in the world--our house in Golden.

Oldest's clavicle, not where it's supposed to be:


The place where I rehabbed him, and where I love to be:


Thursday, February 2, 2017

Crazy eyes

No one told us bulldogs were obsessed with food. I mean really, really obsessed with food.

Here's her crazy-eyes face when she thinks she's about to get a little something tossed her way.